Books Are Not Made To Be Believed,

There Are Four Types: The Cretin, The Imbecile, The Stupid And The Mad. Normality Is A Balanced Mixture Of All Four.

I Felt Like Poisoning A Monk.

For The Enemy To Be Recognized And Feared, He Has To Be In Your Home Or On Your Doorstep.

One Can Be A Great Poet And Be Politically Stupid.

What Did I Really Think Fifteen Years Ago? A Nonbeliever, I Felt Guilty In The Midst Of All Those Believers. And Since It Seemed To Me That They Were In The Right, I Decided To Believe, As You Might Decide To Take An Aspirin: It Can't Hurt And You Might Get Better.